After my unsuccessful encounters with men on a dating site, one profile tickled my fancy. It basically said, among other things: “I’m an adventurer, I like a woman who appreciates my cooking”. I immediately replied something along the lines: “Is your cooking so terrible that women tend to dislike it?” and our mail exchange lasted for 2 months. Just as me, he was very careful not to disclose too much about himself. His answers were somehow short and imprecise, but I liked him.
We chatted a couple of times and discovered that we both had a very high sex drive. He told me we better get our hands off each other when we meet. We finally met in the mountains for lunch on a Saturday. The idea, as I had understood it, was to have lunch at the restaurant, then go for a hike with his dogs and for a professional massage.
We went for a hike with the dogs, beautiful weather, very pleasant talk, he’s a quiet man, who likes to be in charge, slightly chauvinistic, who has been around a lot. We both enjoyed talking about the places we had been. I could feel the man is like a bear, rough outside, but rather sensitive inside. It seemed we clicked, or I felt good in his company.
It turned out that the massage session was not planned with professionals…. My misunderstanding. We did have it, and a little more. It was getting hot and steamy, but he stopped before it went too far. Just could not do it. Then, we opened a bottle of champagne and listened to music. We started cooking and had a very nice dinner. Since I had drunk too much to drive, he invited me to stay over. We sat on the couch talking until it was his time to go to sleep. I finally shared his bed, we “crossed a few lines” as he said, but nothing too serious.
Next day, on my way home, many questions crossed my mind. I felt he was still very raw from his recent separation and not at all ready for a relationship. Where did a lover fit in? Nowhere, not now. He must have put his profile on the dating site for reassurance, met a few ladies online, but from what I gathered, I was the only one he met for real.
We exchanged a few more messages. I told him that I was happy to have met him, that I was going to close my profile. He replied he would do the same and stop talking to the other ladies, but that he had been thinking too and basically, we both needed to take care of domestic issues before we could think of meeting again. His job was taking up all his time, for all I know he is somewhere on another continent at the moment and I do not know when/if he will contact me again, but most probably not before September…..
All this waiting and hoping had me rather frustrated one lonely Sunday, I was asking myself if all this was worth the while, suddenly my phone rang, it was a chain message I had sent around in 2009, "you are an angel!" I was under shock! No one had sent this message, the phone rang with this message on. Holly sh*t! I was crying! And grateful! So, I am convinced that this is the man... and I'm turning into bloody Penelope!
P.S. The picture above is not a picture of my Adventurer.
